Chapter 16-The Weight of Change.

Success came faster than Eric had expected. Within weeks of Richard Sterling's investment, Ghana was a country reborn. Construction projects started popping up across the nation, schools received new funding, and young entrepreneurs found themselves with opportunities they had only dreamed of. The international media hailed it as The Ghanaian Miracle.

But with great success came great pressure.

Eric barely had time to celebrate before the problems started. Government officials, suddenly eager to align themselves with his vision, flooded his office with proposals—some genuine, others filled with hidden agendas. Rival politicians who had once dismissed him now wanted to be part of his movement, but he knew not all of them could be trusted.

Then came the media scrutiny.

"Is Eric Nyarko Moving Too Fast?" one headline read.

"From Dreamer to Dictator: Who Really Runs Ghana?" another asked.

It was ridiculous. Eric had no political position, no official power. Yet, the world was now looking at him as the architect of Ghana's transformation. And with that attention came expectations—too many expectations.

One evening, as he sat in his office overlooking Accra, Kofi Mensah walked in with a concerned look on his face.

"Eric, we need to talk," he said, placing a folder on the table.

Eric rubbed his temples. "Tell me it's good news."

Kofi hesitated. "It's… complicated. The money is coming in, but so are the wrong people. Some companies want to take advantage of Ghana's new rise. They'll promise development, but their contracts are designed to exploit us. If we don't handle this right, everything we've worked for could be undone."

Eric sighed, feeling the weight of responsibility settle deeper on his shoulders. He had fought for this moment for so long. Now, he had to fight to protect it.

"Then we expose them," Eric said firmly. "We make it clear—Ghana is open for business, but only to those who respect our vision. No corruption. No exploitation. If they try, we call them out publicly."

Kofi nodded. "That means making enemies."

Eric leaned back, staring at the city lights. "Then let them come. Ghana will not be built on weak foundations."

The real battle was just beginning .